Life and stories are alike in one way: They are full of hollows. The king and queen have no children: They have a child hollow. The girl has a wicked stepmother: She has a mother hollow. In a story, a baby comes along to fill the child hollow. But in life, the hollows continue empty.
Franny BillingsleyI don't like my shoes,' said Rose. 'I'm wearing my shoes and you don't see me complain.' 'You only hear a person complain,' said Rose. 'Not see.' How has Rose lived for seventeen years and no one has killed her, not once?
Franny BillingsleyLetโs hope sheโs like the others, who look only at the surface. Letโs hope sheโd never think that a girl with black-velvet eyes and cut-glass cheekbones could be a witch.
Franny BillingsleyBoxingโs not that straightforward,โ said Eldric. โYou can practice and practice, but the real experience will always be different. Lots of things are like that, actually.
Franny BillingsleyBut witchy magic doesnโt listen to please and pretty please, and anyway, I didnโt really care. I only pretended to care because not caring makes me a monster.
Franny BillingsleyWhen Rose takes to screaming, she starts loud, continues loud, and ends loud. Rose has a very good ear and always screams on the same note. I'd tested her before I burnt the library, and our piano along with it. Rose screams on the note B flat. We don't need a piano anymore now that we have a human tuning fork.
Franny Billingsley